#shoshan

[zegalba]

Rick Owens's Paris Townhouse (2006) Photography: Assaf Shoshan

[nkp1981]

Picture From A Deleted Scene From "Revenge Of The Sith" In Which Anakin Is Getting Ready To Kill Jedi Master Shaak Ti.

[nando161mando]

Average Elbit Systems employee 🤮:

"Anybody who's gonna be left in Gaza; all y'all gonna die, each and everyone of you"

This is Major Mikito Shoshan of the zionist occupation army, and a "program manager" at Elbit Systems, the largest zionist weapons company and target of Palestine Action's international campaign to #ShutElbitDown. He posted this video on his Facebook account threatening Palestinians in Gaza with death if they don't leave the Strip.

Mikito recorded this message in Spanish and English, reflecting his background. Previously, he also published a post vowing to eradicate the seed of Amalek (referring to Palestinians) to the last person on a "biblical scale."

Global map of Elbit facilities to target with direct action: https://act.progressive.international/out-palestine/

[commandsir]

all of ahsoka's show canon aesthetics apply on this blog save for lekku length. during all three live action appearances thus far, her lek are down to her hipbones. they will continue to lengthen until she reaches the ~150-200 year mark.

[gbhbl]

We spoke with guitarist Nicolai Lindegaard and vocalist Simon Shoshan of Danish death-metallic hardcore band, Lifesick. Taking a look at their latest album 'Loved by None, Hated by All', the work that went into it, how it has shaped the band today, touring, and so much more.

[milksockets]

'dorrit + otilio shoshan of conflicto' in style surfing: what to wear in the 3rd millennium - ted polhemus (1996)

[mossadspypigeon]

for anyone wanting sources on the womens peace march that occurred before oct 7 and the targeting of peace activists on oct 7:

the event ^

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/world-news/2023/11/15/kibbutz-nir-oz-israel-hamas-slaughter-october-7-attacks/

[rmoony12]

Hebraizinng the names of the Marauders & co.

𝗛𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 (definition) - Hebraizing names means adapting or translating non-Hebrew names into Hebrew, often to make them sound more familiar or culturally aligned with the Hebrew language and Jewish tradition.

𝗥𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗟𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻

בנימין יהונתן זאבי - Binyamin Yehonatan Ze'evi

(Benjamin Johnathan Ze'evi)

𝗕𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻 - youngest son of Jacob and one of the 12 Tribes, last son of Rachel. Like with the name Remus, Binyamin doesn't mean Wolf, but it as connection to wolf.

Jacob bless each of his sons, each one with a different metaphor and unique blessing."Benjamin is a ravenous wolf; In the morning he consumes the foe, And in the evening he divides the spoil" - translation of the Hebrew bible.

𝗬𝗲𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻 - one of the names that in translation to English can be shortened to John. Yehonatan was also the son of king Sha'ul, and they are part of Binyamin's tribe.

𝗭𝗲'𝗲𝘃𝗶 - basically means "Wolfy" in Hebrew.

𝗟𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀

שושנה חנניה - Shoshanah Hanania

𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮 - "Shoshan" is the name of the lilies flower in Hebrew. Adding "ah" and the and makes the name female and is also considered as adding part of HaShem to the name. The name Shoshanah is often shortened to "Shoshi"

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮- the name Evans comes from the name John (Johnan/Yohanan) and means god is gracious or god has shown favor: "Yo" - god, "hanan" - grace/favor. Another word for grace is Hen, which also means beauty.

Though Yohanan isn't usually a surname, so I chose Hanania, aince it has the same meaning: "Hanan" - grace, "ya" (ia) - god.

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗠𝗰𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗱

מרים בן-מלך - Miriam Ben-Melech

𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗺 - the original name for Maria/Mary. Miriam was Moshe's (Moses') older sister. Common nicknames for Miriam are "Mira" or "Miri".

𝗕𝗲𝗻-𝗠𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗵 - meaning son of king, as the "king" usually referred to god, who is the king of all and the ruler of the world.

McDonald means son of Donald", and the name "Donald" itself means "ruler or king of the world".

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗠𝗰𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻

מרים יוספי - Miriam Yosefi

(Miriam Josephi)

𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗺 - the name Marlene has similar origins as Mary, both have an Hebrew origin which is Miriam.

𝗬𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗳𝗶 - Mckinnon means "fair born", someone who was noted as having been a beautiful child, youthful look and attractive. One of the first things the Tanakh (Hebrew bible) tells us about Yosef is "handsome in form and appearance" -translation of the Hebrew bible.

𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘄

שימעון קטן - Shim'on Katan

(Simon Katan)

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗺'𝗼𝗻 - Peter is a the name Jesus gave to on of his apostles, who his name was originally Shim'on Ben Yonah (Simon son of Jonah).

𝗞𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻 - the Hebrew word for little/small, just like Pettigrew means small.

𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

יזהר שחורי - Izhar Shchori

(Izhar Shchori)

𝗜𝘇𝗵𝗮𝗿 - unlike the name Sirius, this name doesn't have a "dog" origin, but the name Izhar means "will glow" or "(one who) sparkles".

𝗦𝗵𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶 - means "blacky" in Hebrew.

𝗦𝘆𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘄𝗻𝗲𝘆

חנה בן חורש - Hana Ben-Choresh

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗮 - one of the seventh prophetesses in the Tanakh, mother of Shmu'el. In one of her prayers to HaShem for a son, the Cohen Eli saw her moving her lips without making any sounds, and thought she was drunk.

𝗕𝗲𝗻-𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵 - Meaning "son of the forest", works well as an hebraization for Trelawney, which means "town of the grove".

𝗣𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱

חוה לב-טוב - Hava Lev-Tov

(Eve Lev-Tov)

𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗮 - Hava (Eve) was the first woman to ever exist, and she committed the very first sin, eating the fruit if knowledge. In many cultures there is a similar story - back in the beginning of time, a woman who was curious about something she new she isn't allowed to do, and did it anyway. Usually the woman in the story is tempted by something god(/s) created specifically for the test, and even more specific - to test the man, and not the woman herself. In Greek mythology, the woman is called Pandora.

𝗟𝗲𝘃-𝗧𝗼𝘃 - a combination of the words "Lev", meaning heart, and the word "Tov", meaning good.

𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

יעקוב עשהאל - Ya'akov Asah'El

(Jacob Asahel)

𝗬𝗮'𝗮𝗸𝗼𝘃 - James is one of the names that their origin is Jacob.

𝗔𝘀𝗮𝗵'𝗘𝗹 - one of King David's heroes. His name means "made by god" or "god is the creator".

Potter is used in the bible to describe god, and in the Hebrew bible, instead of potter it's "Yatzar", meaning "(one who) created" . The word "Asah" means "(one who) made".

𝗫𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗼𝘆

גרשום אמיתי - Gershom Amitai

𝗚𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗺 - was the first born of Moshe & Tzipporah (Moses & Zipporah).

The name means "a stranger there". Moshe name his son that way because he was a stranger in an foreign land when he met Tzipporah. "Ger" in Hebrew means a stranger, a foreigner, a person from a different place or someone who converted to Judaism (disclaimer! Ger is not a slur or an insult).

𝗔𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗶 - Malfoy means unfaithful or bad faith. Amitai is quite the opposite, it means "truthful" or "my truth".

Sometimes Jewish people hebraizing their surname to a more positive version of the original name meaning, usually because they want the name to be full of luck and purity.

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[zegalba]

Rick Owens: Paris Home (2007) Design: Assaf Shoshan

[ananxiousgenz]

hey @percymawce-arts i wrote my thoughts for the first scene of a cowboy au out, it's short and kind of thought out, but lmk what you think lol <3

The sun rose high over the plain and the mountains at its edges, and beneath it all, John Doe was chasing his prey.

He’d been trailing them since they both left town, the Sheriff and his Deputy. According to Larson, they’d been sent out on a mission to destroy a Shoshane camp a day or two away. He hadn’t needed to elaborate. That sentence was all the convincing John needed to pack his saddlebags and ready his rifle. The Shoshane were his people, even if he couldn’t remember all of his life with them, and he would be damned if he let some more idiot white men kill any more of them. Yellow had wanted to come with, of course he had, his thirst for vengeance was nearly as strong as John’s own, but John insisted that he could handle this one on his own. After all, how much trouble could two lawmen alone in the desert be?

It had taken a bit of bribery to find out where the Sheriff and Deputy were staying, but once he found them, he’d taken care not to alert them to his presence, watching from windows and corner tables in rowdy bars. When the two left town at last, the routine continued, with John staying far behind their trail and trying his damndest to be utterly invisible. But after a day, he realized they had begun to notice his not-so-subtle tailing (not like there was anywhere for him to really hide himself and a horse on the plains), and this morning, they decided to make a break for it.

As annoying as it was to not have this be quick and easy, John had to admit that this was his favorite part of Larson’s shitty assignments: the chase. The wind in his hair, the sun on his face, his beloved mare Akke galloping beneath him, the rush of outsmarting his quarry, his movements like liquid mercury, smooth and practiced and polished to a blinding shine. It was where he was meant to be, and he knew it with every fiber of his being. 

The men turned suddenly to the right, a sharp motion that John almost wasn’t able to copy. A feral grin crept onto his face beneath his yellow kerchief. He realized they were trying to make it to the mountains, probably so they could lose him in a canyon or cave. That was a stupid choice on their part. Very easy to get backed into a corner and have no way out in there. But that didn’t matter much. They weren’t going to make it that far anyway, for two very important reasons. 

The first being that Akke was fast, one of the fastest mares in the region, and she was beginning to close in on the two men fleeing like mice before him. 

The second, that John hadn’t earned the nickname “Little Coyote” from his peers at boarding school for nothing. 

As the men continued to flee, willing their horses to run faster, John was forming a plan. Larson hadn’t cared about the Deputy, but he wanted the Sheriff alive. Or, at least, mostly alive. With a slow, wicked grin, John whispered his brutal plan into Akke’s ear. She huffed and snorted from the pace they were keeping, but knew exactly what to do and kept running like the wind. Such a clever girl. John smiled at the thought. 

John dropped her reins, swiped his rifle off his shoulder, and loaded it with one smooth motion. Holding the sight up to his left eye and closing his right, he let his upper body go still, and his hips conform to the rocking motion of Akke’s gait, moving like he’d been born in the saddle. He adjusted his aim until he caught his prey in its sights. 

John’s breathing slowed. He could hear the jackrabbit rhythm of his heart pounding in his ears as time turned thick and viscous. The world blurred and vanished beyond the outline of a man atop a horse at the end of his rifle. 

John took a breath in, and said a silent prayer.

See you in hell.

He pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed across the plain like a crack of summer thunder. He watched the man crumple and fall from his still-fleeing horse, hitting the ground like a sack of old potatoes. His companion let out an agonized cry, calling out a name that John couldn’t hear over the pounding of Akke’s hooves and the blood in his ears, but made the smart choice to keep running for the hills. John’s smile never moved an inch. One down, one to go.

In a perfect, practiced motion, John reloaded the rifle and raised the sight to his eye again. This time, however, he noticed something strange. The last man riding seemed to be fiddling with something in his hands. Something shiny that glinted in the high light of the sun. 

A tinge of dread snaked its way into John’s gut as he lowered the rifle ever so slightly. Some instinct deep inside said that something terrible was about to happen, but he ignored it. He was too high on adrenaline from the hunt and the near-satisfaction of a job well done to care about a bad feeling. He brought the sight back up to his eye and slowed his breathing as he prepared to pull the trigger.

His finger began to press down. Then he realized his quarry had turned around in the saddle, and was aiming a rifle right back at him. But it was already too late.

Twin gunshots rang out beneath the wide blue sky, so close in timing they could have been mistaken for one.

John watched as the Sheriff crumpled around his left shoulder and slowed his horse to a halt. A perfect shot, as always. But then there was a sharp pain in John's left side, just below his ribcage. He looked down to see poppy red blood blooming through his shirt and staining his vest. 

Well. Shit. Apparently, he had underestimated how much trouble this man would be.

He slowed Akke to a trot as the blood began to stain his hands and his ears began to ring. The mountains were spinning a dizzy dance before his black-spotted eyes and he knew he needed to get down before he fell down. Akke stopped next to the Sheriff’s horse, where the Sheriff himself sat, hissing lightly as he examined his shoulder wound. His face paled as he heard John’s approach.

“So. You’ve come here to finish the job?” he asked with gritted teeth.

His accent was surprising. Here they were in the north of Nevada, and this man sounded like he had just hopped off a boat from London and was about to ask for afternoon tea. The thought made John’s dizzy mind giggle a bit.

“I… I don’t- What does that mean?” the Sheriff asked, his eyes searching for but never seeming to settle on John.

John swallowed down the laughter. His head was beginning to hurt from how much the world was moving around him. He dimly wondered if Akke was running again.

“I need help…” he choked out.

“Help? Help with what? You just shot me!”

"You shot me too."

"Oh. Oh, Jesus Christ," the Sheriff said, eyes wide in sudden realization.

The world moved in one final, great swoop as John slid from his saddle and crashed against the hard, dry earth. Then everything went blissfully, mercifully dark.

[rainintheevening]

Susan Anna Pevensie

No one else could have picked out the tremor in those graceful loops of ink, but she did. He did.

His hand, as he took the pen, was warm, and she caught his whisper as he bent down: "See there, you are an artist. What do I keep telling you?"

She smiled, just a little.

He signed and dated, and she leaned into his hip, grateful, throat aching as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the bouquet in her lap. Five white lilies, and two red roses, and forget-me-nots all around.

They would drive out to the cemetery afterward. Fred had been the one to suggest it, to let her know it was alright, even natural, to remember the dead on a day celebrating new life.

She looked up, sat straighter as he laid down the pen and made room for the witnesses to step in.

Fredrick Maxmillian Pilkington

She let herself smile at the dreadful, smudged left-handed signature. "No, that's what tells me you're the artist, dear."

"I suppose I'll have to choose which name to put on the paintings," he said thoughtfully. "Ah, Pilkington for the bad ones, Pevensie for the good ones, I suppose."

And when her eyes filled up with tears, she felt his arm around her shoulders, and his kiss in her hair, and she closed her eyes, thinking I don't deserve him. I don't deserve him at all. How did he ever come to choose me?

She was so uncertain about things, so careful and guarded and prickly. She had very nearly driven him away twice. But he had come back, he had stayed in her life, and now he was choosing to be in it for the rest of it.

As long as we both shall live.

Susan closed her eyes as their lips found each other, let the tears spill down her cheeks.

I don't think I deserve it, she was saying in her heart. But I choose you back. I choose you too.

The tears didn't show in the pictures, only her standing there in Mother's old wedding dress, clutching her flowers, and Fred in his old uniform, arms around her waist, resting his chin on her head.

*

Susan, from the Hebrew Shoshana/Shoshan, meaning lotus flower or lily, also suggestive of purity and beauty. The name of Dr. Susan Crocker, a pioneering physician. The name of Susan B. Anthony an American suffragist. The name of Susan Hiscock, MBE, who crewed with her husband aboard their sailing ship.

A name, before it's explosion of popularity c. 1930, characterized by several poets, societal reformers, physicians, journalists, and freethinkers.

*

It was his suggestion, taking her name on the end of his.

"Look, I've got five older brothers, Lord knows there's enough Pilkingtons in the world. We aren't rich, we aren't titled, honestly, I'm not sure my parents would even notice if I went and became a Communist. They won't mind. I'd be honoured to carry on the Pevensie name, and no mistake."

Susan had thought of her father, how she'd brushed him off, ignored his advice, called him old and 'stuck in tradition'. She hadn't said anything mean when she'd left for America, but she certainly hadn't said anything kind or particularly loving.

She'd come back after the accident, come back to England with one suitcase and a hatbox, and never even considered leaving again.

How could she leave when all that had really mattered was here? Here but gone. All gone to ghosts, holes in the fabric of her reality, in the space of an empty armchair, a silent kitchen, rumpled sheets on a bed, unfinished letters, overdue library books.

Fred had been the first real, solid thing in her life After.

And she couldn't help thinking how her father would like him. All this time, and she still cared what he thought, wished he could have been there to walk her down a church aisle– She tried not to think too hard about that.

"Fredrick Maxmillian Pilkington Pevensie. That's as posh a name as my mother could possibly wish for." Fred had taken her hand, let his grin fade down to a soft smile. "But only if it's alright with you, love."

To her knowledge, Peter had been quite comfortable as a bachelor, but Ed had been close to engaged (she'd found the ring in his sock drawer); they would both have been wonderful fathers, both would have liked Fred.

She'd wiped her cheeks. "Sorry, I keep thinking I'll stop crying one of these days."

"Doesn't have to be today," he'd said, passing over a hanky.

"I think they'd be honoured," she said at last. "To have it be you. My family name—it's something I share with them, and... I'd be happy to keep it."

"Then keep it you shall."

*

Anna, Latin form of the Hebrew Hannah, meaning favoured one or one shown grace. The name of a prophetess and attendant at the dedication of Jesus who is called Christ in Jerusalem.

"And she coming in that instant gave thanks likewise unto the Lord, and spake of him to all that looked for redemption in Jerusalem."

An elderly widow, a faithful worshiper of God in His temple, great in fasting and prayer, one of the first evangelists.

*

The taxi pulled away from the cemetery as the sun set into a bank of rising cloud, and Susan knew that rain was on its way.

But the rain was just as important to the spring as the sunshine, she thought, and shuffled over on the seat to curl into Fred's side.

He patted her knee, left his hand there, warm and heavy. Real. Solid. For all his dreaming artist eyes, Fred was solid, certain, strong enough to hold her on the difficult days, of which there were always more than she wanted.

The ring on her finger was its own kind of heavy, permanent, binding, and she needed that, needed a promise, needed something to quash the fears that choked her in the night.

They took a taxi home on their wedding night, home to the house she'd sworn she couldn't stay in, found she couldn't sell, and so compromised by working two jobs, and hardly ever being there.

Home to the old house she'd grown up in, rebuilt from the bombings, adapted and weathered and haunted by the empty places of people gone.

It had gotten better since Fred. She'd changed things, deliberately, a curtain here and a painting there, opened up the crates and jumbled everybody's books together on the shelves.

As they climbed the steps, she saw the lamp glowed in the front window, with another light shining back in the kitchen, and smiled, thanking Coraline in her heart. Her friend would no doubt be ducking out the back door that very moment, scampering across the back garden, and shimmying through the hedge, as if she were a girl of sixteen, and not a woman of thirty. There would be something warm in the oven, and the kettle waiting on the stove, and two places laid.

"Well, Mrs. Pevensie." Fred put his hand on the doorknob, drew her close against his side. "Shall we?"

Shall we go in? Shall we go into the home that is everything that came before, but is ours now too to make new? Shall we start something? Shall we continue? Shall we come home together?

She stood on her toes, and kissed him with a tremoring smile. "Yes, Mr. Pevensie. With pleasure."

[girlactionfigure]

These are the 13 Israeli hostages who were released from Gaza tonight.

All are safe in Egypt.

They are:

Sharon Avigdori

Noam Avigdori

Alma Or

Noam Or

Hila Rotem

Emily Hand

Shiri Weiss 

Noga Weiss

Adi Shoham

Yahel Shoham

Naveh Shoham 

Maya Regev

Shoshan Haran

Some images of the freed Israelis in Rafah, Egypt

[healingordestroying]

Redemption of Hostages: Following are photos of the arrival in Israel of the Haran family: Shoshan Haran, Adi Shoham and the girls Nava and Yahel.

[nerds-yearbook]

The final film of the devisive Star Wars prequel trilogy was released on May 19, 2005. Of the first 6 Star Wars movies, Revenge of the Sith was the first Star Wars movie to be rated PG-13. It was also the first Star Wars film to not recieve a nomination of Best Visual Effects. The original cut of the movie tied directly to the end of the Genndy Tartakovsky animated Clone Wars (2003 - 2005) shorts and showed Shaak Ti (Orli Shoshan) being executed after failing to protect Palpatine (Ian McDiarmid). The animated shorts also introduced General Grievous (Matthew Wood) and explained why he had respratory problems. The title was simular to the original title of episode 6 Revenge of the Jedi (1983), which was turned to Return of the Jedi as Lucas felt revenge was not a Jedi trait. The title was changed late enough that it altered the title of Vengeance of Khan (1982) to Wrath of Khan as Star Trek producers felt Vengeance sounded too close to Revenge. Lucas finally worked in a Wookie planet battle that was originally in the script for episode 3 Star Wars A New Hope (1977) and reworked as Ewoks in Return of the Jedi. Originally, George Lucas planned to write and direct the first movie and then story and executive produce episodes 2 and 3, like he did with 5 and 6, but after the panning the first prequel got, he wrote and directed 2 and 3 himself. The movie had the key points of ending The Clone Wars, turning Anakin Skywalker (Hayden Christensen and James Earl Jones) into Darth Vader, the fall of the Jedi and the Republic, the creation of the Empire, the revelation of the Emperor and his disfiguration, the duel between Vader and Obi Wan (Ewan McGregor) that disfigured him, the death of Padme (Natalie Portman), the birth of Luke Skywalker (Aidan Barton) and Princess Leia Organa (also Aidan Barton), Luke's adoption by Owen (Joel Edgerton) and Beru Lars (Bonnie Piesse), Leia's adoption by Bail (Jimmy Smits) and Breha (Rebecca Jackson Mendoza) Organa, Yoda's (Frank Oz) exile to Degobah and Obi Wan to Tatooine, and C-3PO (Anthony Daniels) getting his memory wiped. The movie introduced the planets Utapau, Mygeeto, Felucia, Saleucami, Kashyyk (though technically this first appeared in the Star Wars Holiday Special - 1978), and Mustafar. Action also took place on established planets Coruscant, Naboo, and Tatooine. Noteable deaths in the movie were Count Dooku (Christopher Lee), General Grievous, Padme, Agen Kolar (Tux Akindoyeni), Saesee Tiin(Kenji Oates), Kit Fitso (Ben Cooke), Mace Windu (Samuel L Jackson), Boga, Ki-Adi-Mundi (Silas Carson), Aayla Secura (Amy Allen), Plo Koon (Matt Sloan), Stass Allie (Nina Fallon), Zett Jukassa (Jett Lucas), Whie Malreaux (Coinneach Alexander), Bene (Olivia McCallum), Cin Dralling (Nick Gillard), Nank Tun, Passel Argente (Marty Wetherill), Po Nudo (Paul Nicholson), Poggle the Lesser (Richard Stride), Rune Haako (Jerome Blake), Rute Gunnay (Colin Ware), Nute Gunray (Silas Carson), Tikkes , Cat Miin, Shu Mai, San Hill, and Wat Tambor (Ben Burtt and Matthew Wood). Characters that continued on to the original trilogy were Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Vader, the Emperor, Yoda, C-3PO, Tarkin (Wayne Pygram), R2-D2 (Kenny Baker), Chewbacca (Peter Mayhew), Owen and Beru Lars, Mon Mothma (Genevieve O'Reilly), Luke Skywalker, and Leia Organa. Critically, Revenge of the Sith is often called the best of the prequel trilogy and was the highest domestic grossing film in year release of 2005. ("Revenge of the Sith", Star Wars Movie Event)

[eretzyisrael]

Reuters was slammed online Saturday for falsely claiming on social media that the 13 Israeli women and children hostages who were released by Hamas as part of a temporary ceasefire agreement with Israel were “Israeli soldiers.”

The 13 Israeli nationals who were released from captivity included Shoshan Haran, 67; Adi Shoham, 38; Yahel Shoham, 3; Naveh Shoham, 8; Shiri Weiss, 53; Noga Weiss, 18; Maya Regev, 21; Hila Rotem, 12; Emily Hand, 9; Noam Or, 17; Alma Or, 13; Noam Avigdori, 12; and Sharon Avigdori, 52.

“Hamas releases 13 more Israeli soldiers and four foreign nationals to the Red Cross in a second exchange,” Reuters posted on X.

The left-of-center news wire was met with immediate pushback from journalists and commentators from across the political spectrum.

“An announcement from the facts department: Unlike what @Reuters says here, no Israeli soldiers were released today,” said Axios reporter Barak Ravid. “Hamas released 8 Isrseli kids and 5 Israeli women it took hostage 50 days ago.”

[lumiy-a]

"Thorns and Bonds" is coming soon! ✨

Ink and Blood readers! I don't know if you're still there, if you were ever there, but if you are: the new longfic is coming!

It's complete and is getting one round of beta reading, and publication will start soon (I don't have a precise date yet, but really: I'm planning to start this month)

Meanwhile I have some information ready so you'll know what to expect.

Summary: Five years after his appointment as Commander, Cedric's role gave him prestige, power and riches, but not without taking a toll on his relationship with Orube. Meanwhile, a new but familiar enemy is threatening Metamoor starting from the city of Hoel, and Elyon is considering sending Cedric and Orube to investigate and spend some time with his blood family... 

Projected word count: about 100k words

Relationships:

Cedric/ Orube;

Elyon/Caleb;

Cedric/Phobos (Past);

Phobos/Original Female Character (Past);

Phobos/Original Male Character

Elyon & Phobos

Cedric & Phobos

Characters:

Cedric;

Orube;

Elyon;

Phobos;

Caleb;

The W.I.T.C.H. ;

Alborn;

Miriadel;

OCs: Naexi, the Champions, Acheri, Shoshan, Maut, Alasse, Beléra, and some more. 

Some tags: Marriage crisis; Established relationship; Family reunions; Blood; Eventual smut; Escanor siblings; Metamoor drama; Cedric’s family; There is one intense (past) Phobric scene; Metamoor lore; Weira’s mystery

POV: 3rd; Cedric; Orube; Elyon; Phobos